Effective Timestamp: 5th day of Spring, 504 AV
Syfec smiled as he pondered his early days, filled with multiple tutors and studies. Back when he was being trained for politics. His parents were rather wealthy, and so he was grouped with other rich children and taught by practitioners of only the highest prestige. Such was the man he was remembering now, an early Rhetoric tutor, who taught him the valued skills he would use in all later business and political deals and arguments.
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The small class of 9 students was already assembled in the chairs provided by Rassos Mictorus , a rhetorician of some prestige, when the sun reached the center of the sky. The children became anxious, Syfec in particular, for their studies this day. Working with Rassos Mictorus was not a thing to take lightly, to be assembled in his own estate was an even higher honor. This opportunity was a testament to Rutariun wealth.
As he entered the room, he exuded an air of confidence and power. He was a tall, well built man, who had just passed his 30th year on Mizahar. He had perfectly groomed, medium length, brown hair that complimented his short, trimmed beard. He was a classically handsome man, no doubt, and that only bolstered the command he already held over the students' attention.
The room was silent as he entered and remained in a dead silence until he broke right out into his lesson. "I am Rassos Mictorus." He declared in a booming, powerful, yet sweet voice. "I shall be instructing you in the area of Rhetoric."
The students all nodded in reply, too intimidated to say anything. Syfec admired the man already. Completely commanding a room of people you had never met before was a sign of true respect and something that Syfec aspired to do one day. Hopefully these lessons would aid him in his quest.
Rassos spoke again. "I shall waste no more time on introductions. You should already know my credentials and I have no need of knowing yours. This lesson is on the basics of Rhetoric and shall be the only topic of our discussion." Rassos surveyed the class mood before continuing his lesson. "We will be focusing on the persuasive aspect of Rhetoric. While delivering your speech or argument, there are three major subjects you can touch upon, or rather devices you will use to appeal to your audience and make them see things your way. These are known as Ethos, Pathos, and Logos." He paused for a moment before asking, "Can anyone tell me what area Ethos appeals to? Raise your hand to answer and I will call on you."
Syfec's hand shot up without a moment's thought. He desperately wanted to be recognized as intelligent, and this was a relatively easy answer. Luckily, Russos pointed to him and said, "State your name and the answer."
Syfec smiled triumphantly and answered without a moment's pause, "Syfec Corealius Rutariun. Pathos appeals to the audience's emotions, and need not be based in fact."
Russos let a half amused smile cross his face, "True, but we are talking of Ethos, Mr. Rutariun." With that, he pointed to another student. Syfec's heart sank, and his face turned a bright red. He was completely embarrassed, more so because he knew the correct answer and his slip up had been purely because of his nerves. He turned his head to the next boy who was called on.
The young blonde haired boy answered correctly, "Tarsis Roster Nailius. Ethos appeals to the credibility of the speaker."